Even though my dad's family didn't have much money at all, my grandfather, who I never had the pleasure of meeting, was the mayor of this village for many, many years. He did a lot for poor people, and when he passed away, tens of thousands of people came to his funeral in pouring rain, during Ramadan, packing the paths of the entire village for kilometres on end.
This was the most emotional time of our entire trip for me. It's really hard seeing your own grandma for the first time after eight years and knowing that it may be the last time, and for my four year old sister, the only time.
